“Yes, sir.” I can hear the cocky smile in his tone, and any other time, that would rile me further, but not tonight, not with a promise of domination.
Guiding her through the house with her small hand in mine has my blood pumping wildly. When I take the first step, her feet come to a standstill, so I turn to face her. Uncertainty crosses her pretty features, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Daddy will look after you always, Little Pet,” I rasp, and a soft smile plays on her lips, then she nods and follows me up the stairs.
Need bubbles through my veins as I push open the first bedroom I come to, the one I use solely for my pleasure.
An oversized, four-poster bed takes pride of place in the room, and I release her hand to close the door behind us.
When I turn back to face her, she’s fidgeting with her hands and biting into her bottom lip, making her appear even younger, more innocent and coyer.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, and move to the bar to pour myself a glass of scotch.
“N-no, thank you.”
My lip tips up at her sweet manners. “Good girl,” I praise, loving the way she drags her tongue over her bottom lip and her eyes flare under my approval.
“Can you take off your clothes, or would you like me to do it for you?” I swallow the amber liquid in one go, then swipe my hand over my mouth. It’s practically dripping at the corners at how desperate I am for a taste of her.
She rolls her hands in front of her and looks away, so I lean against the bar, watching her skittish movements, and my cock throbs at how utterly mesmerizing she is.
Then she stands taller and straightens her shoulders. “I can do it.”
“Good girl, Little Pet,” I croon, stalking toward the bed, then resting my ass on the edge. Exhilaration fills me that I get to witness her undressing for me.
Fuck me, my own personal striptease of the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set eyes on.
My gaze remains locked on her as she slowly slides off her heels, then lowers the zipper at the side of her leotard. She can only be a little over five foot; a dainty little thing that seems even smaller now and well below my six foot two. Something about our height difference causes my balls to throb with an intensive need to possess every fucking inch of her.
When the flimsy fabric gives way, I can’t help but gasp. The air is stolen from my lungs at her sleek, naked little body coming into view for me. Perfection, utter perfection.
The leotard falls to the floor, and she kicks it aside, wiggling her painted toes into the plush carpet. My gaze filled with lust, my bloodstream pumps with wild desire, and I have one thought in mind: I’m going to destroy her.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt when she looks at me from beneath her thick lashes.
“I’m going to eat your pussy so good, Little Pet. Then Daddy’s going to fill your little cunt up with his warm cum.” Her lips part, and a whoosh of air leaves her mouth, which only makes my cock grow unbearably harder, the ache in my balls almost too much to handle.
Her pussy is bare, and my cock jumps, eager to glide into her slick folds and force her to stretch to accommodateme. She turns her head away from me, using her hair to conceal her pretty face, and I hate it, but I understand. She’s young, inexperienced, and needs her daddy to take control and care for her.
I shrug off my shirt, exposing my toned chest. “Come.” I hold out my hand for her, and when she slips hers into mine, I feel like I’m holding the whole universe in the palm of my hand, bringing with it an odd feeling of comfort and security. Something my life has never allowed until this moment.
Something inside me swells, a new realm of power and ownership I’ve never delved into before now. This little pet is unique compared to all the others, and for the first time in my life, I will our relationship to be just that.
Gracie
The man is the epitome of handsome, domineering, and control. He’s everything rolled into one, a silver fox with olive skin and dark-gray eyes bordering on black that consume me with every breath I take.
My body calls to him, and I feel things inside myself I’ve never felt before now—desire, need, protection. The selfish part of me wants it all, everything he’s prepared to give. I’m greedy for his touch, hungry for his words, and desperate for his cravings.
The darkness behind his eyes is carefully constructed, allowing people to only see what he wants them to see, but with the desperation building inside me, I want more. I want to see all of him, every part of him—the tender and the twisted. I know they go hand in hand with a man like him. You’re unable to have one without the other.
“Come.” He holds his hand out toward me, and my fingers itch to explore his skin. The man can’t be much over fifty, yet he’s chiseled in a way I’ve only read about inbooks. He has ridges and grooves of muscles and a deep V that travels beneath his pants, and… holy hell, the bulge is huge, and suddenly, I become acutely aware that he might not fit inside me.
“It’s okay, Little Pet,” he coos, lifting me effortlessly into his lap, then he shuffles us up the bed, and I squeal. “Daddy’s going be so gentle with you,” he whispers, as if hearing my thoughts. His fingers thread through my hair with tenderness, and I melt into his touch. I seek it out like a beacon of hope, a desperate, needy one. “You’re such a pretty girl.” I blush at his words. “So beautiful you make Daddy hard.”Oh, dear god.
“Now, I want to taste your little pussy. Okay?” His question stuns me, and he lifts a brow, awaiting a response, and all I can do is nod, completely intoxicated at the power radiating from him. I’d do anything for his touch in this moment. Anything.
He rests his head back against the pillow, then lifts me to straddle his face, and my lungs seize up with the way his breath whispers over my bare pussy. Looking into his darkened eyes, I’m forced to close my eyes to try and regulate the way my heart ramps up at the feral gleam in his.
When I finally snap my eyes open, my blush deepens. I’ve never been so close to someone so intimately before now.